8/11/2014

Advice Not Taken From A Gnat

The gnat said to the caterpillar, "Don't waste time in a cocoon. Teach yourself to fly like me."

But the caterpillar felt a strange longing: the cry of imaginal cells from her womb. So she wove a cocoon of weeping and faith, then sank deep into the mystery of silence. The gnat said, "She's doing nothing in there." Then the gnat curled up and died in the frost on a withered weed.

After a timeless swim through the void, a quiver arose on the tip of a twig, an ugly
bundle of hardened mucus cracked and burst like an old wound, and a double
rainbow of glistening April unfurled its pure idea of flight. She awoke wondering, "Who is
moving, these wings or the sky?"

She imagined her translucent body as the
world, and so it was. She imagined the world as her translucent body, and
so it was. And so it is.

Never say that nothing happens in the deep cocoon of meditation. Silence is infinite transformation. But when you come out, you must not forget
to use your rainbow wings. __________________LINK:Scientist Lincoln Brower describers the 'biological miracle' of the imaginal cells in a butterfly's cocoon.